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Post by Carolina Gravity Sports on Feb 11, 2009 11:01:32 GMT -7
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Post by Vodka Racing on Feb 11, 2009 13:09:00 GMT -7
I gave my mother a 6 qt. ceramic dutch oven for Christmas. She cooked chicken breasts in it and it was the best chicken breasts she's ever cooked. The chicken breasts were tender and juicy enough to serve in a restaurant. Those dutch ovens will improve anyones cooking just get the ceramic ones for less prep work.
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Post by Carolina Gravity Sports on Feb 11, 2009 17:57:28 GMT -7
This guy is a hoot, but man it looks good.
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Post by Bones on Feb 11, 2009 18:27:03 GMT -7
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Post by Shade Racing on Feb 11, 2009 19:18:26 GMT -7
1 box of cake mix 1 stick of butter 1 can of friut makes a darn good cobber
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Post by F.A.S.T Racing on Feb 12, 2009 4:58:23 GMT -7
box of cake mix 1 stick of hind quarters [/u] er 1 can of friut makes a darn good cobber [/size][/quote] ....HMmmmm.... Where do you you get "hind quarters" ? My local supermarket doesn't have any......
[/size][/color] Sometimes the word filter & spell check substitutions crack me up !
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Post by F.A.S.T Racing on Feb 12, 2009 10:07:19 GMT -7
dutch oven?? does this have anything to do with bed sheets and flatulence? booom Mood you must thinking about the dreaded barking spiders......
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Post by Bubba on Feb 12, 2009 10:23:55 GMT -7
dutch oven?? does this have anything to do with bed sheets and flatulence? booom Mood you must thinking about the dreaded barking spiders......
[/color] [/quote] It is true that certain recipes do seem to lead to an increased incidence of "tent music". Let the symphony begin!
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Post by RimTek Racing on Feb 12, 2009 12:45:16 GMT -7
OH MAN THAT SOUNDS GREAT MAKE ME HUNGRY!!!!! MY UNCLE USES DUTCH OVEN ALL THE TIME MAN I MISS THAT BLACKBERRY COBBLER.
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Post by Bubba on Feb 12, 2009 21:59:12 GMT -7
Ooooooooooh, does that remind me... When I was a youngin' (as we flatlanders would say...) I can remember going out as a family to pick Blackberries fresh off the bushes at my Grandma's house north of town. One for the bucket, one for me, one for the bucket... you get the idea. Anyway, when the buckets (as well as our stomachs) could hold no more, we'd head back home. The womenfolk would head inside to fire up the oven, and the menfolk would break out the hand crank ice cream freezer and load 'er up with rock salt (back in those days, they didn't have any of those newfangled sissy-boy motorized ice cream freezers). So there we'd sit, freshly stuffed with blackberries, taking turns cranking away until it felt like your shoulder was absolutely just gonna fall off (Grandpa would finish off the last few revs, as he was the only one strong enough to keep her crankin' at the end). By the time the ice cream was all ready we would have worked up a little room for the fresh blackberry cobbler coming out of the oven to heap a few scoops of ice cream on. Hot cobbler out of the oven... Cold ice cream straight from the freezer...
Yummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!Bubba
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